On the day before my birthday, I awoke early. It was in the early early morning, when the sun is still in bed and the birds are sleeping. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I got dressed in a striped sweater and jeans. I walked outside after feeding my purring kitten.

The air was cold. I walked around the block, then skipped to keep warm. Suddenly, I heard a noise. I walked towards the noise, then ran. I stopped abruptly.

It was an old lady, playing an ordinary horn. Bout out of the horn came beautiful music! I had never heard anything like it! It was fairylike, light, exotic. I said, "What is it called?" the old lady, her face in wrinkles, said, "I call it "Sunlight." I said, "Oh."

Then, I was swept up by the music! I went along with it, running to keep up. It was beautiful.

Until, "Carol!" I heard. I dropped, seemed to be suspended in air.

I blinked. I was sitting where the old lady had stood. In my hands was an old, faded, music box. I opened it. Out came the same strains of music.

My mom came into view. "Carol, where were you?!" she looked at the box. "What's that?" "I found it." We went home.

Now, whenever I'm lonely, I open the worn music box. It always calms me.